He’s right. I just verbally confirmed that I want him. Who knows what twisted demented things he will do with my confession.
“Goddamn, you smell like heaven,” his lips whisper against my skin. “It’s not that I didn’t want you, you know. I've wanted you since I first saw your stuck up ass walk out of the airport,” he confesses. He pulls back again and looks into my eyes. “But this could get me killed.” His voice is solemn, taking me out of the moment.
He licks the sweat beads forming on my neck and my legs naturally tighten around his waist. His lips spread across my neck and jaw bone like wild fire; igniting a spark I desperately need for him to put out. I reach for the bottom of my shirt and his hands support my back while I pull it off over of my head. He pushes my body higher against the door and lays wet kisses in between my breasts. He walks us to the bed and gently lays me down as he slowly lowers his own toned physique over my tiny frame. He rests his weight on one elbow and using his other hand unclasps my lacy bra. My nipples instantly harden from the cool air when they are released from their cups, causing me to gasp.
“You are fucking perfect.” His calloused hands greedily grab my breasts, kneading and teasing them, causing my back to arch into his touch, pleading for more.
“Dani,” he pauses to catch his breath and lifts himself up some. My body immediately aches for his touch. “If you're having any second thoughts, we need to quit right now because I won’t be able to stop once you are all mine.”
His gesture is kind, but my need is crude. At this point I don’t care, I just want more of him; now. “Don’t stop, Shadow,” I whisper, my breathing sporadic. I clench my hands in his shirt, pulling him back to me.
He removes his leather cut and tosses it on a stained chair in the corner of the room. He pulls his shirt over his head, revealing perfectly toned pecs and a slim, tight abdomen. A happy trail leads down into a V that disappears into his low cut jeans. Oh, holy mother of God, give me strength; I want it all!
My tongue darts out to lick my bottom lip; I want to eat him up. I kiss his chest, licking around his nipple before giving it a light tug. He moans as my teeth pinch the soft skin. He unbuttons his jeans and tugs them off his hips. Once they’re down to his ankles he uses his feet to push them off each leg. My eyes widen at the impressive length pressing against the fabric of his white boxer briefs, demanding to be released. My cheeks suddenly flush, my body temperature rising. He arrogantly smiles, before he climbs back on top of me, spreading my legs open with his. His hand rubs the inner crotch of my jeans, causing my panties to dampen. He knows every button to push, there is no question there, and he is about to find out just how inexperienced I am. He may not like it if I surprise him with something like that. He starts sucking on my earlobe as his hands fiddle with the button on my jeans. Shit, shit, shit!
“Uh, Shadow,” I say, nervously.
“Yeah?” He answers, pulling my fingers away from my lips. Shit, I didn’t even notice I was doing that again.
“I, uh, I’m a virgin.” I sputter, awkwardly.
He lifts off me instantly. Shit, I should have just let him figure it out.
“Fuck,” he pauses. “I mean, I thought you might be.”
I turn my head and look at the wall, biting my lower lip in embarrassment.
“Hey,” he whispers, pushing a strand of hair behind my ear. He is so sweet when he wants to be. “We can go as slow as you like, Dani. I’ll be gentle” I swear he is cooing.
Holy shit, who was this man, and where did my bad ass biker go?
I nod my head, afraid I may chicken out if I give myself the opportunity to speak.
He unbuttons my jeans and pulls them off of me. Then he tucks a finger under each side of my white, lacy panties and slowly slides them down my legs, his fingers blazing a trail of fire all the way to my toes. He leans back on his heels and looks at my naked body displayed before him. Leaning in, he takes one of my nipples between his teeth and gently bites down, blending pleasure with pain and making me feel buzzed. I can feel his engorged manhood against my already wet heat. I slide my feet up his legs to the waistband of his underwear. Tucking my toes under the elastic, I push them over his cute firm ass and down his legs. His cock springs free against my abdomen.
“Anxious, baby?” He asks arrogantly. I roll my eyes at his self-assured tone.
He grabs me by the hair and pulls my head back. ”Don’t fucking roll your eyes at me,” he hisses, kissing my jawline. His demanding ways make me whimper, but in a good way. His tone is serious, and anything but playful, but I can’t help but be aroused at his roughness.
His fingers spread my sensitive folds to allow entry. He suddenly dips his fingers in my wet heat, spreading the moisture up and down my clit. I dive my hands into my hair and arch my back, rocking my hips into his touch. “Holy shit, you're wet,” he whispers, breathlessly.